A few seconds later, when the black sludge had been driven into a corner of the lake and no more monsters could emerge from the water, the bald man with a rotting, mushroom-covered head was finally forced to crawl out of the lake.
"Not bad in the water. Being half-dead and not needing to breathe sure is convenient, huh?" Su Ming raised a hand and fired a Power Ring beam. The powerful, continuous yellow light pinned the man firmly against a wall, leaving only his head exposed. "But I bet the Upside-Down Man never expected that I had Mental Attack methods too, did he? Even if they come through an external tool."
"This is a little different from what we agreed on. That damn upside-down monster's intelligence was outdated. It said you used mushrooms. Heh."
The bald man shook his head and struggled, but he did not seem particularly serious about it.
As an agent of The Black, he could not die in Rot Country. All sorts of messy emotions could affect him, as if someone were stuffing shit into his brain, but that was merely unpleasant. It did not count as real damage.
The fear Deathstroke carried was formidable. Yellow light was currently the strongest of all colors, and it seemed as though even the golden pool beneath their feet had been drawn to it, supplying it with power.
The little bald man even felt his long-stilled heart tremble twice. It was an instinct left over from when he had been human.
"I recognize him. He's Anton Arcane, one of The Black's agents, Abby's uncle. I thought he'd been dead for good."
Bobo hid behind Harley, looking rather sneaky as he shouted:
"The last time I saw him, he looked like a bucktoothed Ghoul. Now he must have gotten